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It had taken all of last term to accomplish it, but Nyle had finally figured out which spots along the Hufflepuff benches were safe and which were not. That was the good news at least, the not so great news was that this knowledged somewhat contributed to his Hufflepuffs enigma-ness - though that was a bit of an unfair presumption about the house as well. Though his heart was as warm as a sunlit greenhouse where he spent most of his free time outside of the castle walls, the second year's shy and overly polite nature often kept him from venturing far beyond his comfort zone. As a second-year, he’d gotten the hang of navigating Hogwarts' labyrinthine hallways, but still, the bustling corridors and crowded common rooms made him feel small. He longed to connect with others with the same ease Iris had, to share his fascination with the magical plants he so adored, but he worried incessantly about becoming a burden and forcing his perspective and interests onto others...like he often felt Iris did. What if I’m interrupting? he’d think, glancing up shyly at passing students with a small, hopeful smile while said students made their way to their own friend groups and settled in at the Hufflepuff table. Even around him now, conversation flowed easily between housemates older and younger than him and all he could muster was sheepish rosey glances over at his charismatic peers.
Hands shoved deep into his robe pockets, Nyle fidgeted with the fruits of his curiosity—small vials of herbology specimens, pressed leaves from magical plants, soft petals of flowers he’d picked here and there, and a couple of twigs he had plucked from the ground while waiting for the carriages. He hoped these little pieces of nature might be a conversation starter, a way to bridge the gap between him and the other students, but the thought of forcing someone to look at a particularly interesting shaped bit of oak felt daunting and embarrassing, keeping him hesitant and hovering on the outskirts of the ongoing conversations. The scent of fresh mint and wild lavender particularly followed him this evening since he had rolled around in the herb garden with mum prior to their departure to King's Cross so at least he was confident that Iris' teasing of him smelling like mooncalf dung was false and that wasn't why people didn't immediately strike up conversation with him - because he smelt fine and floral this evening.
And then came the shriek which bolted Nyle into action. In spite of someone else already offering kind words and permission to act, Nyle was reaching into his pocket for his favorite bit of hickory to act and...ask forgiveness later if it was seen as overstepping. Giving his wand a little whirl to cast a quiet Drought Charm followed by an even meeker Tergeo to remove the puddle and siphon some of the excess water off the slightly older girl found herself in and then offered her a slightly dirty handkerchief from his pocket to dry herself with. Out of the corner of his eye, the blonde spotted remnants rubber, torn down the middle of sorts which left little to the imagination as to what had happened here. "...I'm sorry you had to endure such a...a cold greeting," he apologized on behalf of the faceless coward who had played such a prank and knelt down to pick up the bit of rubbish, releasing a small breath when nothing else happened. "You know, the material of a water balloon comes from the sap of the rubber tree. Its scientific name is Hevea brasiliensis and it is native to South America and specifically the Amazon Basin and is a renewable resource and...well...I...suppose you'd rather accept her offering of a Heating Charm than be lectured..."
Cheeks growing riper and riper by the second, Nyle took a couple stumbled steps back from the scene and nearly tripped over his own feet in beginning his side shuffle back to where he had been sitting on the bench.
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